Song | Forever Blind |
Artist | At the Gates |
Album | Terminal Spirit Disease |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : At The Gates, Bjorler ... | |
In this cell that is ours there is no pity | |
No sunrise on the cold plain that is our soul | |
No beckoning to a warm horizon | |
The sun shall never greet my eyes again | |
It is our world | |
It has been stolen from us, bastards | |
No goddamn sun | |
No goddamn pain | |
I've searched my heart for love | |
But all in vain | |
No goddamn sun, no goddamn pain | |
Exploring life, without fear | |
Without feeling I am one with my torment | |
And forever blind | |
My desire clenches itself in a hungry fist | |
And welcomes my soul to the thirst of dying | |
Mother of all, come take your revenge | |
The sun shall never greet my eyes again |
zuo ci : At The Gates, Bjorler ... | |
In this cell that is ours there is no pity | |
No sunrise on the cold plain that is our soul | |
No beckoning to a warm horizon | |
The sun shall never greet my eyes again | |
It is our world | |
It has been stolen from us, bastards | |
No goddamn sun | |
No goddamn pain | |
I' ve searched my heart for love | |
But all in vain | |
No goddamn sun, no goddamn pain | |
Exploring life, without fear | |
Without feeling I am one with my torment | |
And forever blind | |
My desire clenches itself in a hungry fist | |
And welcomes my soul to the thirst of dying | |
Mother of all, come take your revenge | |
The sun shall never greet my eyes again |
zuò cí : At The Gates, Bjorler ... | |
In this cell that is ours there is no pity | |
No sunrise on the cold plain that is our soul | |
No beckoning to a warm horizon | |
The sun shall never greet my eyes again | |
It is our world | |
It has been stolen from us, bastards | |
No goddamn sun | |
No goddamn pain | |
I' ve searched my heart for love | |
But all in vain | |
No goddamn sun, no goddamn pain | |
Exploring life, without fear | |
Without feeling I am one with my torment | |
And forever blind | |
My desire clenches itself in a hungry fist | |
And welcomes my soul to the thirst of dying | |
Mother of all, come take your revenge | |
The sun shall never greet my eyes again |